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at the last count, i seem to have got four christmas (work related) party invitations. i see one is with strategic bods ie, top cunts - and they expect me to pay 25 quid for the privaledge of sitting in a posh resteraunt listening to them braying bollocks.
not going to happen.
i reckon the only ones i'll show my face at is my office one cos i can't get out of it and it's free - and my old team's xmas dinner. at that one there will be fun, filth, drinking and dancing, cos, they're human.
not going to happen.
i reckon the only ones i'll show my face at is my office one cos i can't get out of it and it's free - and my old team's xmas dinner. at that one there will be fun, filth, drinking and dancing, cos, they're human.



... but yes I do find the stoical forced jollity of having to be happy with people I see all fucking DAY rather grating. The food's good though, and at least it's free 